Call In The Other Ladies

Fingers snapped. A phone appeared in the naked sorceress' hand.

"Hello...yes, this is the beach suite. I'd like some more ladies to entertain me. I think..."

Circe pressed a finger against the reporter's head...and the images and names of the missing women swamp up to the forefront of the bimbo's mind. "...Diana, Mara, Tony, and Jenny. Are they available? Excellent. Yes, send them right away."

The call ended. The phone disappeared in thin air, like a magician's trick...except the bimbo-reporter knew it was no trick.

"How are you feeling, pet?"

"Your pussy's pretty," Lois said...and inside her mind, the reporter screamed, wishing she could somehow express what it felt like to have such obscene drivel come out of her mouth. "Can I suck on your clitty?"

"No," Circe said with a smile. "You have to get ready."

The fingers snapped. Green flames shot up and grabbed the reporter's arms and legs. The bimbo squirmed in mid-air as she was raised up about three feet...and then the flames vanished, replaced with hemp rope, tied to four thick wooden poles. Lois squirmed, spread-eagle, helpless.

"The ladies," Circe said. "Will take their pleasure of you. And I will take pleasure, hearing you scream in ecstasy, begging them to defile your body, to eat their luscious little cunts, and hearing your inner voice scream as you act like the vapid little slut you truly are..."

There was a knock at the door...and Lois raised her head to see the women file in. They were dressed in slutty versions of various superhero outfits. Diana Reynolds with her blonde hair in a ponytail, dressed as an archer in green with dildo-headed arrows but no bow. Tonya Wong, as a shorter version of Doctor Light, her costumed accessorized with little LEDs that glowed around her exposed pussy and nipples. Mara de la Cruz, her body painted green and black to play a Green Lantern, a strange green ballgag strapped around her face. Jenny Dunlap, the dance major, who had the most fit and toned body...and was dressed in a cape and cowl and nothing else, like a flasher Batgirl.

"Ladies," Circe said, as she took a seat on a tall chair, her legs spread so that she could play with her pussy and Lois could watch her do it. "Make this bitch cum."

"Gladly," Jenny said...and Lois heard the door close. Earlier tonight, before Circe's bimbo curse, Lois would have tried to escape...but now she squirmed against her bonds, pussy wet and dripping with anticipation, and mouthed lurid lesbian obscenities.

"Can I lick your pussy? Please? I need something in my gash! Oh, can't you stuff my ass too!? I just want to, like, gargle your pussy juice. Spit in my mouth! Something, please, I need it so bad..."

The women smiled like cats around a cornered mouse...if the mouse was into it too. Yet inside her head, Lois Lane raged...